When I was 15 years old, I met miss Amanda and it was like we had known each other our whole lives. The last 11 years of it went something like this:
Talking on AIM, Myspace + the phone at the same time
We wouldn't knock upon entering each others houses
Our parents were friends but it's okay cause they're cool
Prank calling people until her dad came in to break up the fun- since it was usually 3 am...
Making other peoples remotes ours- probably the best collection I've ever seen
Creating an alter ego named Steve Berman
Writing me a letter when I was grounded from all forms of electronic communication from said alter ego and watching the look on my mothers face when it came in the mail- priceless
Hanging out with her parents in between my classes in college while you were in class because as stated above, they're pretty cool.
Parties. All of the Parties.
She taught me to tone down my obnoxious behavior while I brought her out of her shell. I reassured her she wasn't dying on a regular basis when a new bump, bruise or scratch would come about and I still do to this day...this evening actually. Moral of the story is, we did a lot of things and went a lot of places.
The time has now come when I have to share my friendship with her soon to be husband, and I'm totally okay with that. I know she will be in great hands and I am so honored to stand by her side on their big day.
Congratulations Amanda + Tim